Breadman’s Daughter 204 Stories and Poems

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Snapshot of Ma in the Driveway at 204.

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Ma stood in the driveway waiting for her sister Hazel to come and pick her up to go shopping at Intercity. I sat in the orange plaid swivel rocker and watched her from the living...

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Snapshot of Mel at Four.

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Melissa sat in the brown Rubbermaid laundry hamper hugging her knees.  She was wearing her over-sized blue sweatshirt with the Dalmatians on the front and purple leggings. Her...

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For the Love of Mary Ann Passingham.

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Dear Love, I wanted you to know that my great grandmother’s name was Mary Ann Passingham and she was born on the Isle of Wight. And that some day I’m going to write a romance...

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Reflections in Mud Puddles.

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I love sunny days and large blue skies.  The brightness and optimism of the unblemished firmament that stretches from horizon to horizon, and takes me back to my Northwestern...

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Wide-eyed Wonder.

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The exquisite thing about aging is the reawakening of wide-eyed wonder. All the oohs and aahs of life seen through my own magical gaze. And not those of my children or...

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Sunday Morning.

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Hey E Baby I was thinking about that Sunday morning Just after we bought the house It was November and the rain Was pelting on the window All dark and dreary outside So you put...

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Some Simple Thoughts on Creativity.

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Write the stories you like to read. Make the music you like to listen to. Paint what you see with your heart not your eyes. Take pictures of the things that delight you. Weave...

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Open Heart Surgery.

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The act of authentic writing is like performing open-heart surgery on yourself. Without anesthetic. You slice open your chest, rip apart your flesh, hack into your bones and pull...

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I Fell in Love.

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Decades ago In another lifetime I fell in love With a beautiful young man. We were barely adults On the brink Of becoming All kinds of things Beyond what we were In that sliver of...

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Peripheral Vision.

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When I’m driving, The things I see in my peripheral vision frighten me. More than anything I see square on, Or right in front of my face. These are the bugaboos that catch me...

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